Chapter 292 (1/2)

Marseille did not find Lin Qingwan's body in the tent, and ordered people to look around. After finding it, he didn't want to think about anything. He shot a bunch of random guns first.

Although he thought it didn't work, because it was the last blue householder, the terrible woman!

He felt that he was going crazy, and he could negotiate with her peacefully. However, Zhao Laoliu came to say that she was the previous owner of the house in disguise. He really believed that she was the last owner of the house. This made the relationship with her stiff.

Now you are the only one left to die. There is no other choice.

Men in camouflage clothes rushed into all directions of the barracks, trying to find out the woman wearing the mask, but for a moment, it was everywhere, and her figure was not found.

”You trash, continue to search for me. If you don't find her out, you'll all go and die!” Exclaimed Marseilles.

There are wire fences around the barracks. How can a person disappear.

She must still be in the barracks, with her ability, it is not difficult to escape from the previous fire. She wanted to give him a fatal blow, and the more she thought, the more numb Marseille was, as if someone were staring at him somewhere.

He turned back again and again, full of cold sweat on his head, wiped a handful of cold sweat, and then called out to his subordinates who were looking for Lin Qingwan in front of him: ”use your brains. A person can't disappear like this. Even if you dig the ground three feet, you should catch me.”

”Are you looking for me?” From behind came a cold voice, very light, light as if talking, but it was so clear, which made Marseille pale, suddenly turned back, on the same pair of cold eyes like moonlight.

Marseille cried out and subconsciously backed back, but his speed was not as fast as that of a woman. A jade hand suddenly reached over and directly seized his neck.

Without half a minute's hesitation, the only thing left in his eyes was the killing machine. His hand suddenly tightened, and Marseille's breath was blocked. He struggled desperately.

The woman in front of him was Lin Qingwan, who he wanted to burn to death.

Although Lin Qingwan's face was tense and her strength in her hands was tightened again and again, she felt a bout of collapse, and her face was already sweating.

The extreme indifference in her eyes was shrinking rapidly, and she seemed to shiver, and suddenly let go of Marseille's neck.

Marseille was panting, bent over and coughing, and his nose and tears ran all over the floor.

Lin Qingwan is also very uncomfortable at the moment. She is short of breath and her heart is about to jump out. Now she is suffering from the overdraft and regurgitation of her strength. She is very clear in her mind that her body just now seems to have lost the control power, and her mind is also a little confused, and she can't remember many things.

I only remember Zhao Laoliu used to take her dagger to cut mutton, all kinds of desecration of her once objects, the anger in her body was aroused, and then her brain was a little confused.

She tried to control her breath, for fear that Marseilles would see that she was weak, otherwise she would die.

Some soldiers found out the situation here and raised the muzzle of the gun at Lin Qingwan.

”Don't move!” Marseille almost screamed. He had just realized Lin Qingwan's horror and almost died in her hand. Now they are so close together, it's impossible to tell whether they can touch her or not. Nine times out of ten, he will die first.

His subordinates quickly put away the guns, so that Lin Qingwan also followed with a sigh of luck, she must continue to disguise herself, but also take out that momentum, let Marseille have some fear.

Marseille had just escaped from the hand of the God of death, and had been frightened for a long time. Where did he dare to compete with Lin Qingwan, he swallowed his saliva and turned back.

Lin Qingwan also looked at him at the same time. She needed to know his attitude at the moment.

”Master of the house.” Marseille squeezed two words out of his mouth.

Lin Qingwan settled down and understood Marseille's attitude. He gave in to her.

”Marseille, you don't seem to want to toast?” Lin Qingwan said coldly, ”you are challenging my patience! ”

” no! ” Marseille exclaimed: ”the owner of the house is all misunderstandings. It is Zhao Laoliu, the dead man who is teasing and estrangement. I believe his words and really question the identity of the owner of the house.”

Lin Qingwan did not answer, but murmured to him, as if waiting for his words below.